Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.